Enigma...

Well trodden magical misery that it is
Over read, over thought about,
Over bearing burden of presence
Or absence of it...
Craving for the feeling of headiness
I dwell into the precious privates of fellows
They let me gently in...
Have a look at their perspective
Imagine their experiences
I plunge into their warm welcome
Try believing their theories
Analyse... Ponder... Engage...
I have attached and have tried detachment as well...
Nothing works...
Only time decides if you sail or drown
It isn't a war neither a competition to understand...
Love let's you stand on the border and examine it...
It also lets you slather itself all across
Love for love sake...
Remains a mystery...
Freud Rumi Khalil Osho
One, too many to barge into....
They help... But just to make it more enigmatic...
Some say simple... Some say easy...
Some say be love
Some say just love...
People fall rise suffer long in the concept of love
It keeps enticing invigorating alluring impending convincing many of us...
It is called Divine...
It is labelled judged enjoyed as well as abused for its givingness...
Naive innocent newcomers learn
Mediocre mortals struggle
Stalwarts unlearn
Enlightened witness the drama...
Immortals... Love...

‪#‎InBetweenTheLines‬

- Prajakta Sathe